OUR REVIEW & RATING ★★★★☆

End of Watch quotes gives a fresh approach in this very overdone genre. The story follows two LAPD officers, Mike Zavala (Michael Peña) and Brian Taylor (Jake Gyllenhaal), as they patrol the ganglands of South Central Los Angeles with Taylor documenting the life of a cop for a film project, it doesn’t take long before Zavala and Taylor find themselves in the crossfire of LA’s worst criminals. This is a smart and authentic drama that works well as a character piece with great chemistry between the leads, in this often not easy to watch movie.

Verdict: It’s not a perfect movie, with the handheld camera being a major downfall, but it makes up for this with its raw and gripping script.

[first lines]Brian Taylor:[voice over] I’m the police. And I’m here to arrest you. You’ve broken the law. I did not write the law. I may even disagree with the law. But I will enforce it. No matter how you plead, cajole, beg or attempt to stir my sympathies, nothing you do will stop me from placing you in a steel cage with grey bars. If you run away, I will chase you. If you fight me, I will fight back. If you shoot at me, I will shoot back. By law, I am unable to walk away. I’m a consequence. I am the unpaid bill. I am fate with a badge and a gun. Behind my badge is a heart like yours. I bleed. I think. I love. And yes, I can be killed. And although I’m but one man, I have thousands of brothers and sisters who are the same as me. They will lay down their lives for me. And I them. We stand watch together. A thin blue line. Protecting the prey from the predators. The good from the bad. We are the police.

[Taylor and Zavala are on patrol chasing a car]Police Radio: Thirteen X-ray nine is in pursuit of a Code vehicle west on two seven.[referring to the car they are chasing]Brian Taylor: Go ahead, motherfucker. Try to run! Trying to run, you son of a bitch!Mike Zavala: Hold on, hold on, hold on!Brian Taylor: Eastbound through the alley at twenty hundred blocks from Hooper.Police Radio: Now eastbound through the alley at twenty hundred blocks from Hooper.Brian Taylor: Oh shit! Mike Zavala: Come around, come around! Come around! Move, move, move! Get the fuck around, dude!Brian Taylor: Pull to the right! Pull to the right!Mike Zavala: Well, he’s not going to pull to the right.Brian Taylor: You stupid motherfucker! Man, he almost lost it! Hit him! Hit him! Hit him![Zavala drives into back of the car they’re chasing, making it spin]Mike Zavala: Got him![the car crashes into a corner and stops]

[after crashing their car, two men get out and start shooting at Taylor and Zavala, who return fire]Brian Taylor: Fuck you![Taylor and Zavala shoot the two men down and walk towards them]Brian Taylor: You good?Mike Zavala: Good, good, good! This fucker’s down. I’m gonna hook him.[Zavala handcuffs the two men on the ground]Brian Taylor: You’re all good.[Taylor radio’s in for back up]Brian Taylor: Thirteen x-ray nine, you can show a Code Four.Police Radio: Thirteen x nine is requesting additional supervisors to the four thousand block at Naomi.[to Zavala]Brian Taylor: Walk it off.[as police backup arrives and checks the scene]Male Officer: You good?Brian Taylor: I’m good.[referring to what Taylor and Zavala have done to the car and the two men]Female Officer: Holy shit!

[Taylor is in the locker room and talking to the camera he’s set up]Brian Taylor: Alright. This is my day job. Some of you… [a police officer tries walking past Taylor]Brian Taylor: Sorry, bro, I’m recording.[back to the camera]Brian Taylor: This is my day job. Uh…some of you might know me as Brian. Or uh…Taylor. But here I am Police Officer Two Brian Taylor. This is where the forces of good, prepare to fight to forces of evil.[he grabs Zavala, who’s half-dressed]Brian Taylor: This is my partner, Officer Zavala.Mike Zavala: I’m in my chones.Brian Taylor: I know, dude. Come on. Come on.Mike Zavala: I’m in my chones. No, no, no!Brian Taylor: Come on, man!Mike Zavala: I’m good, bro.[Zavala gets out of shot]

[Taylor looks back at the camera]Brian Taylor: We work basic patrol here at Newton. One of the toughest divisions in the LAPD.[Zavala gets back into shot as he’s getting dressed next to Taylor]Mike Zavala: Shootin’ Newton, baby. That’s right. Lucky Thirteen.[they both laugh, camera cuts to Taylor holding up his gun]Brian Taylor: This is a department issue sidearm. Glock nineteen.[gets out his knife and shows it to the camera]Brian Taylor: Spyderco tactical knife.[takes out a small black item]Brian Taylor: And this little thing can break windows here.[holds up two handcuffs]Brian Taylor: Two Smith and Wesson handcuffs.[holds up a small spray can]Brian Taylor: Can of OC spray. Pepper spray.[holding up the mags]Brian Taylor: Two extra mags.[points the camera into his locker]Brian Taylor: What else? That’s my nametag here. Uh…you can see my, uh…partner’s dirty locker.Mike Zavala: Yours is like a woman.[Zavala points at Taylor’s neat locker]Mike Zavala: Look at this. What is this, Pottery Barn?

[as Taylor hooks a small camera onto Zavala’s shirt]Brian Taylor: Hold up, hold up. Like that?Mike Zavala: Mm-hmm.Brian Taylor: Turn it on.Mike Zavala: So am I recording you?[we see that Taylor has an identical small camera hooked on the front of his shirt]Brian Taylor: Yes, dude. And I’m recording you.Mike Zavala: Oh, that’s so cool.[Taylor points to Zavala’s camera]Brian Taylor: See, that thing there?Mike Zavala: Yeah.Brian Taylor: That is the lens right there.[pointing to his own camera]Brian Taylor: It’s just like that, on that, this right here.

[Taylor and Zavala are at the officers meeting with the Sarge]Sarge: Hey guys, quiet down! Alright, let’s settle down. Let’s settle down. Captain’s here, he’d like to say a few words. Let’s quiet down.Captain Reese: Thank you, Sergeant.[turning to the officers]Captain Reese: Good afternoon.Officers: Good afternoon [Taylor points his camera at Zavala]Mike Zavala: Put it down.Captain Reese: I’d like to welcome back Zavala and Taylor. D.A. cleared these guys in last month’s shooting. Turned out to be a good shooting. I know firsthand what you guys went through. It’s an unpleasant experience being under that much scrutiny. But you need to remember something. An on the job shooting is still considered a homicide. It’s never an easy ride. If you do the right thing, I will always have your back. Do the wrong thing and cross me, I will personally throw you under the bus. Am I clear?Officers: Yes sir!Captain Reese: Taylor, am I clear?Brian Taylor: Yes sir.Captain Reese: Sergeant, am I clear?Sarge: Yes sir.Captain Reese: Have a nice day.Sarge: Thank you, Captain.[Captain leaves the room]

[after the Captain leaves, Sarge continues the meeting]Sarge: Quiet down![holds up a notebook]Sarge: See this? It’s a ticket book. Inside are things called tickets.Mike Zavala: Son of a bitch!Sarge: You can do things like stop motorists, and cut citations for speeding or going through a light. You all need to write.Davis: Sarge, we cut citations every watch.Sarge: I’m not talking to you. [pointing to Taylor and Zavala]Sarge: I’m talking to these two idiots.Brian Taylor: My partner has a question.Sarge: Yes?Mike Zavala: I don’t really know how to write. Uh…but I do sign and draw pictures.Sarge: Seriously, you don’t start writing, Captain’s going to shit on my head, and in turn, I’m gonna shit on your head. And I promise you, you guys are going to be separated.Orozco: Do it, Sarge.Sarge: Orozco and Davis, X Twenty-five. Peterson and Washington, X Forty One. Zavala and Taylor, you got X Thirteen. Williams and Cho, X Eight. Alameda and Green, X Twenty-one. Van Houser and Sook, X Four.Brian Taylor: Yeah, Sarge? That’s not our area.Sarge: That’s not your area?Mike Zavala: No, we work Nine.Sarge: Oh, I’m sorry, fellas.Mike Zavala: No, that’s fine.Sarge: Oh, no, you’re right. You’re on X Thirteen. Sorry fellas, this isn’t Monopoly. You don’t get to choose your real estate. Now go. Get out.[everyone starts getting up to leave]Sarge: Zavala, try not to uh…kill anybody before the end of the watch.Mike Zavala: Really, Sarge?Brian Taylor: Sir, if we kill someone in X Thirteen, can we go back to X Nine?

[after their meeting as the cops head out]Sarge: Today is a brand new day. Get the shop, gas the shop, wash the shop. Make sure day watch didn’t leave behind any surprises for us. Look for guns, drugs, puke.Davis: Pay attention, Boot.Brian Taylor: Goodbye.Sarge: Hurry up!Sook: Yes sir.Brian Taylor: How you doing, Van Houser?Van Hauser: I warned you about that shit.Davis: Where you running with that piece, Boot?Brian Taylor: What? Why you so scared?Sook: Go, go, go!Brian Taylor: Go on, man! Shit! Jesus!Davis: It’s like it’s day one. Boot, slow down with that piece.Brian Taylor: Slow down!Mike Zavala: Orozco, have you been working out?Orozco: Yeah, with your mom.

[to Taylor and Zavala as they walk to their patrol cars]Orozco: Why are you shooting everything?Mike Zavala: It’s for his class.Davis: I thought you were studying law.Brian Taylor: Pre-law. I need an art elective. I’m taking filmmaking.Orozco: Well, get my good side, hey?Mike Zavala: You don’t have a good side.Orozco: Listen, you know they can subpoena that shit if something goes sideways, right? Think twice.Brian Taylor: Two words! Erase button!Orozco: Two words. Just because you guys think you’re these big ghetto gunfighters now, don’t mean you can be dropping your calls.Brian Taylor: That was at least two dozen words.Orozco: Well, I barely got a G.E.D. so what do you expect, white boy?Brian Taylor: Unbelievable.

[to Taylor and Zavala as they get ready to get into their patrol cars]Davis: Saddle up, ladies. We’re sick of holding up your end.[Zavala says quietly to Taylor]Mike Zavala: Admit it, you’d hit that shit.Brian Taylor: What? Orozco?Mike Zavala: Yeah.Brian Taylor: With a cinderblock.[to Sook]Davis: Check the roof, Boot! Where’s your shop?[to Zavala as he checks the trunk of their car]Brian Taylor: I got Red Bull, Monster, and uh…Davis: They all say thirteen, check the roof.Sook: Thank you, ma’am.Davis: Faster, Boot, let’s go!Van Hauser: Get in the car!Sook: Yes sir!

[as they get into their patrol car]Brian Taylor: And then I got you some kombucha because I know you like that stuff.Mike Zavala: Fuck that shit!Brian Taylor: What is that?

[Taylor and Zavala go out on patrol, both of them wearing clip-on cameras to capture everything]Mike Zavala: Dude, it’s good to be back, man. Old lady was driving me crazy at the casa, like making me do shit.[mocking Zavala]Brian Taylor: Oh no! She dared ask for your help around the house? That’s incredible. Outrageous.Mike Zavala: Hey, just ’cause I look like the dudes from Home Depot, doesn’t mean I do the shit the Home Depot dudes do.Brian Taylor: I would never profile you as a man who helps his wife with chores.Mike Zavala: Shut up.Brian Taylor: Dude, I’m your homie, okay? I would never, ever do that.[Taylor laughs]Mike Zavala: Oh, bro!Brian Taylor: Mm?Mike Zavala: Her brother was always coming over during the day to swim. Every day. I hate everything about him. He smells like weed sometimes. Like he’s got, like a prescription. The guy was like: “No, it’s all good”, and I was like whatever, get him the hell out of here! I swear to God I’m fillin’ in that pool with cement.Brian Taylor: Not personally, ’cause you’ll hire a Home Depot dude for that task.Mike Zavala: Fuck you.

[after they get a radio call to go check out an incident’s at a man’s house]Brian Taylor: First customer of the day.Mike Zavala: I hope they enjoy our police service.[Taylor laughs]

[at their first call, they are at a man’s house, where he is shouting at Taylor and Zavala and acting violent]Mr. Tre: Suck my dick! That motherfucker’s a lying ass nigger. Fuck him and fuck you too![as Tre starts getting violent]Brian Taylor: Hey, hey, hey! Shut your fucking…! You touch me, I will fucking shoot you. You stay where you are.Mr. Tre: I don’t give a fuck about both of you motherfuckers. I’m ready to die today. Fuck y’all.Brian Taylor: This can go one of several ways right now. It is all about your attitude.Mr. Tre: Fuck you! I got my mail! I helped him! I helped him give me my mail! Now I’m getting tired of this shit!Brian Taylor: Alright.Mr. Tre: I’m not playin’ with you all.Mike Zavala: Sir, if you’ve been drinking, you need to stay the fuck inside and not intimidate the mailman. That’s it.Mr. Tre: Fuck you! You need to shut the fuck up! Because without that badge and gun, you ain’t shit!Mike Zavala: Yeah?Mr. Tre: You’re less than motherfucking nothing! You motherfucking border hoppin’, donkey riding, Mexican motherfucker.Mike Zavala: Oh yeah?! Oh, yeah?! Is that so?!Brian Taylor: Woh! Woh! Woh!Mr. Tre: You want to find out what I’m about? Mike Zavala: Show me! Yeah, I wanna see!Mr. Tre: You want to find out what I’m about?!Brian Taylor: Fuck.Mike Zavala: Let’s settle this right here like grown men, motherfucker!Brian Taylor: Not again, man.Mr. Tre: What’d you say? You wanna take a fade? You want to fight me?Mike Zavala: Yeah, I want to fight you. Let’s go, bro!

[as Zavala and Tre continue to throw abuse at each other]Mr. Tre: I’ll whip your punk ass! You gonna get the fuck out of my crib?Mike Zavala: Hell, no! But you called me out, bro! Now I’m calling you out! What’s up?Mr. Tre: You whip my ass, I’ll put them motherfucking handcuffs on my motherfucking self. And that’s on the set.[Taylor sees the door to the house open and closes it]Brian Taylor: Door.[Tre takes off his shirt, getting ready to fight Zavala]Mr. Tre: It’s gonna be a pleasure beating your bitch ass. It’s my fucking fantasy.Mike Zavala: Keep talking.Mr. Tre: I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re fucking with, but I love this shit. To beat a motherfucking punk-ass police ass like yours.Mike Zavala: Keep talking, bro.Mr. Tre: Let’s get this shit poppin’, motherfucker.[Zavala and Tre start fighting]Brian Taylor: Oh, shit![Taylor watches and captures their fight on his camera]Brian Taylor: This shit’s crazy!

[later that night, Tre and his gang members are talking about his run in with the police]Man Friend: But on some real shit, though, I wanted to holler at you. All my niggers keep on talkin’ about how you got your ass whipped by a motherfucking little punk-ass wonton.Mr. Tre: No, these niggers are just hatin’. Let me tell you something. Me and the cop got down, right? Motherfucker took off his badge, dropped his gun. I mean, he kept it gangster. We straight up squabbled. Head up.Man Friend: But they still took you to the County though, huh?Mr. Tre: Yeah, but for disorderly conduct. Not for squabbling with the police, you feel me?CK: You fought a cop and they didn’t put no assaulting a peace officer on you?Mr. Tre: Listen to me, my nigga. I’m trying to tell you all. They really showed me love to keep it G. I’m a two time felon, right? Y’all know that, right? Could have struck me out and gave me life for fighting that cop, you feel me? I got right out, it wasn’t shit.CK: Alright, but we heard you got your ass beat.Mr. Tre: You better shut the fuck up, CK. I’ll run this fucking fork up in your ass, I swear to God. Let me tell you somethin’, win, lose or draw, as long as you squabble and get down, that’s gangster, you understand what I’m sayin’?CK: Yeah. I mean, that Mexican cop might be acting bull with you, Tre. But he’s still out there out there killin’ niggers. Straight out.Mr. Tre: No, no, no, no. Listen to me, all y’all. This whole fucking thing is like changing of the guard. Back in the day, all these neighborhoods used to be black, and what are they now?CK: Mexicans.Mr. Tre: Exactly. There used to be chicken stands on the corner, and now there’s fucking taco stands on every corner. We’re in some real shit and if we don’t come together, we’re gonna be some extinct niggers pretty soon.CK: Watch it, watch it, watch it!DJ: Go, go, go![suddenly a van with Mexican gang members drives by and shoot at Tre and his gang, killing one]

[the next morning, Taylor and Zavala find the Mexican gang’s van, burnt to a crisp]Brian Taylor: So this is what we believe to be the Code thirty-seven vehicle used in the drive-by last night.Mike Zavala: Curbside Gang’s at it again, bro.Brian Taylor: It fits the description. It comes back as stolen. Curbside likes these vehicles because they blend in, you can put a lot of people in them. This door slides back, and the gang members open fire. The victim was a male black from a Blood set that has basically been at war with this Hispanic gang over control of narcotic sales.Mike Zavala: Partner.Brian Taylor: Yeah? What’s up?Mike Zavala: Check this out.[Zavala points to shell casings found inside the van]Brian Taylor: Oh, shit. Those are shell casings. Detectives told us that three different weapons were used and we’re seeing at least two kinds of shells, so…shit.[Zavala clears his throat as a warning]Brian Taylor: What’s up?[Taylor looks round and see two detectives approaching them]Brian Taylor: Those are the Homicide Detectives working the case.Homicide Detective 1: What the hell’s this?Brian Taylor: What?Homicide Detective 1: Candid Camera?[the homicide detective grabs Taylor’s camera]Brian Taylor: Oh, no, sir. It’s just a project I’m working on.Homicide Detective 1: Yeah?Brian Taylor: Yeah.Homicide Detective 1: Well, I don’t wanna see that.Brian Taylor: There are uh…forty-five and nine millimeter shell casings inside.Homicide Detective 2: How do you know that? Did you touch ’em? Did you fuck up my vehicle?Brian Taylor: No, sir.Mike Zavala: Sir. Sir, we found it, we called you.Homicide Detective 1: Well, the big dogs are here now, so set up some yellow tape and stand on the other side of it.

Brian Taylor: Dude, it’s been two hours, we’re still waiting for the detectives to release the scene so we can go back on patrol.Mike Zavala: Comfortable footwear. Policing is all about comfortable footwear.[they see Van Hauser and his partner arrive on the scene]Brian Taylor: Officer Van Hauser. Good evening.Van Hauser: Sarge said I should relieve you guys so you can go back to being the street gods that you are.Mike Zavala: I’m down with that.[to Sook, as she follows him passed the yellow tape]Van Hauser: Hey! Hey! On the street. Watch the street. Make sure no assholes come up here and kill us.Sook: Yes, sir.Van Hauser: Fucking Christ.[mocking Van Hauser]Brian Taylor: Officer Van Hauser, have you made a difference today?Van Hauser: You know I see you guys out here, you’re being good little company men, aren’t you? Are you doing the Lord’s work? And you’re making a difference, as you call it. It’s all fun and games to you, you get to run and jump and fight and shoot. One day, mark my words, one day the LAPD is going to bend you over your black and white, and they are going to fuck you up the ass. They are going to fuck you so long and so hard, you’re gonna want to eat your gun just to make it stop. And if…if you don’t eat your gun and the fucking somehow magically stops, they’re going to give you freeway therapy. You’re gonna end up doing West End Valley day watch. Spending two hours every day on the fucking freeway just thinking about the fucking that they gave you. Bad guys attack from up front. The department comes in from the rear. Watch your six.Mike Zavala: I’m ready. [holding up a hand gel]Mike Zavala: This may say Purell but It’s really KY.Van Hauser: Officer Zavala. That’s funny. You kids have fun out there. The LAPD’s got a big fucking cock.Brian Taylor: You’ve got a big heart. Thank you for sharing that. Can’t wait to get it up the ass.

[whilst patrolling in their car]Mike Zavala: You know, are you gonna hook up with a Mexican girl?Brian Taylor: Quit trying to hook me up with them, dude.Mike Zavala: Dude, it’d be great if you did, but…Brian Taylor: I get it, man.Mike Zavala: Well, shit. Sweet brown sugar. You should marry one of my cousin.Brian Taylor: If they’re anything like you I wouldn’t be able to stand a fucking hour with them. Waking up in the morning, they’d be like; ‘Hey, can I tell you a story?’Mike Zavala: I know.Brian Taylor: ‘Here’s a story about this and a story about that and a story about this and a story about that…Mike Zavala: But, dude, all you gotta do is this…[Zavala starts nodding his head]Mike Zavala: ‘Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Yeah.’Brian Taylor: ‘You wanna come to my cousin’s quinceanera? My daughter’s quinceanera? My brother’s quinceanera?’Mike Zavala: Yeah.Brian Taylor: My sister’s quinceanera?Mike Zavala: There’s always something happening, though, bro. It’s better than like; ‘Hey, do you know the new kind of flavored coffee I have?’Brian Taylor: Oh really?Mike Zavala: ‘Do you like this kind of coffee?’Brian Taylor: Shut the fuck up.Mike Zavala: ‘The baristas are excellent.’Brian Taylor: You like fucking coffee, dude. Don’t give me that shit.Mike Zavala: I like fucking good Starbucks coffee.Brian Taylor: Whatever. I’ll let you lay into me. Lay into me, dude. Fine.

[knocking at the door of a house after they get a call about missing children]Brian Taylor: I can’t see dick.[a woman opens the door]Young Mother: Hi.Brian Taylor: Yeah, we got a call about uh…some missing children.Young Mother: Yes, yes. My babies are gone.Brian Taylor: Alright.Young Mother: My babies are gone.Brian Taylor: You want to let us in? We can talk. We can have a conversation about this, alright?Young Mother: Okay. Okay.[she lets Taylor and Zavala in to her house]Young Mother: Yeah, my babies are gone. They’ve been missing all night, and I’ve been here.Brian Taylor: Why don’t you just step over here for a second, okay?Young Mother: Officer, we’re wasting time.[Taylor and Zavala see a man sleeping on the couch, Zavala tries to wake him up]Mike Zavala: Sir, let me see your hands.Brian Taylor: How many children are missing?Young Mother: Oh, Oh! Two…two. A boy and a girl.Brian Taylor: Ma’am.Young Mother: Yes, yes.Brian Taylor: What are the ages of the children that are missing?Young Mother: One is…one is one and the other be three.Brian Taylor: Alright.

[as Zavala tries to wake the man sleeping on the couch]Mike Zavala: Sir!Young Mother: Somebody took them.[to the man on the couch]Mike Zavala: Let me see your hands, please.Young Mother: Maybe it was when I went to the bathroom.[to the man on the couch]Mike Zavala: Let me see your hands, please. Let me see your hands.Brian Taylor: Alright. Okay. Okay, ma’am.Young Mother: Someone! Quick, quick, quick!Brian Taylor: How many…Young Mother: In and out! In and out! In and out![eventually the man on the couch gets up]Man Friend: Alright! Alright! Alright!Mike Zavala: Hands behind your head!Young Mother: I’ve been here all night.[as Zavala checks under the couch cushions]Man Friend: Listen, man. Officer, we’re good here.[to the woman]Man Friend: Listen, don’t say anything to them, man. Don’t say…!Young Mother: I know, but they’re not here. They’re gone. The babies are gone.[to the man]Mike Zavala: What did you say?

Brian Taylor: Okay. You know what? I’m going to check the house, okay?Young Mother: Listen to me, officer! Please, listen to me! I’m trying to tell you, I’ve been looking…!Man Friend: The kids are with their grandma.Brian Taylor: Is this your husband?[to the man]Mike Zavala: Sit the fuck down! Sit the fuck down!Young Mother: No, no, that’s not my husband. I’ve been looking.Brian Taylor: I understand. I’m gonna check the house. Sometimes children can hide. They hide under a bed or in a closet, okay? My partner…you can talk to my partner.Young Mother: You’re wasting time! The kids are not here!Man Friend: The kids are at grandma’s!Young Mother: If you can please go outside and get my kids.Brian Taylor: Talk to my partner.Young Mother: Right now you’re wasting time![Zavala gets hold of her arm]Young Mother: Stop! Don’t push me! My babies are missing![as Taylor goes outside to check the house, we can hear what’s happening inside]Man Friend: Here, let me see some type of warrant, man! You got a warrant? Officer, let me see some type of warrant.Mike Zavala: We don’t need a warrant, she let us in.Man Friend: Why the fuck did you say anything?! Huh?! You stupid…! Why the fuck did you say anything?!Mike Zavala: Sit down, man. Can you just sit down.

Man Friend: I’m trying to tell you, man, the kids are with their grandma, man. Okay?Mike Zavala: I heard you. They’re with their grandma.Young Mother: Would you please listen to me, Officer?Man Friend: Officer, let me see some type of warrant, man![we see Taylor still checking around the house then we go back to the Zavala]Man Friend: Shut the fuck up!Young Mother: You shut the fuck up!Man Friend: Why the hell did you let them in here?Young Mother: Press charges on this motherfucker!Man Friend: You fucking bitch, I’m gonna kill you!Young Mother: I’m gonna kill you, motherfucker![suddenly Taylor comes back into the room and holds down the man]Man Friend: Get the fuck off me!Mike Zavala: What the fuck’s happening?Man Friend: Wait a minute! Alright! Alright!Brian Taylor: Did you? Did you hear what I said to you? You just let me know how clear I have to make myself to you! Why don’t you open your fucking mouth and tell me how clear I have to make myself to you!Mike Zavala: Partner! Partner! Get off him![Brian let’s go of the man]Mike Zavala: Brian, what’s up? You okay, partner? What’s happening, Brian?[the couple continue to argue in the background]Man Friend: Fuck you, you dumb-ass smoking bitch!Young Mother: I’m going to kick you in the fucking face!Man Friend: Go ahead! Go ahead, you fucking crackhead!Brian Taylor: I found the kids.[we hear one of the babies crying and Taylor and Zavala go to get them, we see the kids have been duct taped in the back room]Brian Taylor: Ssh. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay now. You’re okay. Ssh.[he tries to take the duct tape of the crying baby]Brian Taylor: It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart.[Zavala goes the little boy and tries to take the duct tape off him]Mike Zavala: Hey buddy, stay still.Brian Taylor: Alright, you’re okay now.Mike Zavala: Hey, come here. You okay? Okay, you gotta take care of your sister?

[as they patrol around at night, Zavala makes fun of Taylor as he’s texting a girl]Mike Zavala: It’s so funny. It’s so funny to text. Who are you texting? That same bitch?Brian Taylor: Dude, yeah. She’s smart, man. She’s like the first girl I can actually have a conversation with. You know she has a Master of Sciences in Fluid Hydraulics.Mike Zavala: Fluid Hydraulics?Brian Taylor: Yes.Mike Zavala: I wouldn’t brag about that, dude. That she has a master’s degree in Fluid Hydraulics.Brian Taylor: I date all these girls, man. And they’re smoking hot.Mike Zavala: Yeah, your little fucking badge bunniesBrian Taylor: I get laid without a badge, thank you very much.Mike Zavala: Because you were in the Marines. Don’t ask, don’t tell.Brian Taylor: There’s a pattern, an M.O. here. First date is dinner and a respectful kiss. Second date is dinner, full carnal knowledge. And then third date is dinner and uncomfortable silences when I try and discuss anything of merit. Then it’s two or three booty calls and it’s on to the next.Mike Zavala: Okay, I went to prom and I got married a week later. And I ain’t tapped anybody but Old Faithful for like eight years. So, I don’t know what you’re trippin’ about, dude.Brian Taylor: Okay. Wait, look at me real quick.Mike Zavala: Uh-huh.[Zavala looks at Taylor quickly]Brian Taylor: Okay, ready?Mike Zavala: Okay.Brian Taylor: I want somebody to talk to, not just sleep with. Do you fucking understand what I’m saying?Mike Zavala: Oh! Yeah!Brian Taylor: Jesus, dude.

Mike Zavala: White people get hung up on this fucking soul mate bullshit. Just hook up with a chick that can cook and wants kids. Some bitch that’s down for you, that won’t fuck your friends, and you’re straight. Dude, you’re the smartest motherfucker I know, you’re not gonna find some chick that’s as smart as you.Brian Taylor: Oh, really, dude?Mike Zavala: Yeah, what?Brian Taylor: Really? I’m sorry that the perfect girl wasn’t dropped in front of me when I was eighteen years old. Do you talk to Gabby? Do you even have discussions with the girl? Do you want me to translate that into fucking His…Spanish?Mike Zavala: Into Hispanic?Brian Taylor: Whatever the fuck it is![Zavala laughs at Taylor]Mike Zavala: Yeah, bro. What do you think, we’re mutes? And we just, mm…mmm, like sign to each other? Yeah we talk, stupid. Gabby’s a trip. You know she’s a trip, bro. You should hear the shit that comes out of her mouth. You know what? She would be great on Jeopardy. She’s way smarter than I am.Brian Taylor: Alright, so you see then what I’m talking about. That’s all I want, man.Mike Zavala: I know you want a chick like my girl, but I’ll kill you if you touch her.Brian Taylor: Fuck! I’m gonna kill you, dude! Shut up, man![Zavala laughs at Taylor]Mike Zavala: What’s this chick’s name, dude?Brian Taylor: You don’t deserve to fucking know her name.[suddenly Zavala takes Taylor’s cell phone]Brian Taylor: Woh! Woh! Woh! Dude, fuck that![Zavala finds the girls name in Taylor’s phone]Mike Zavala: Janet. Did you run her?Brian Taylor: Yes, she’s clean. She’s kind of the complete package, man. It’s like… We’re going out again.Mike Zavala: Well, Saturday’s my little sister’s quinceanera. You should roll through with Janet from another planet. Dude, the shit’s gonna be hardcore Mexican, though, bro. You know how my familia rolls.

[Taylor and Zavala get a call about a noise complaint from Big Evil’s party, backup shows up with them and they all walk into the party, Taylor approaches Big Evil]Brian Taylor: What’s the occasion?[Big Evil doesn’t reply]Brian Taylor: Can you uh…turn down the music?[La La gives a signal and the music is turned off, La La then lights up her weed]Orozco: Have some respect, La La. Don’t light up in front of us.La La: Why don’t you take a hit, mija. It’ll chill you out. It’ll be like back in the days. Remember?Orozco: No, I don’t remember shit. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I said put it out.La La: You know you want this, pig.Orozco: I wouldn’t fucking touch that if you were the last bitch on earth.La La: Fuck you.Orozco: No, fuck you. Why don’t you take a seat? You look in the mirror, you’re just a common fucking gangster bitch, like all the rest.Davis: Lock it up, Orozco.Orozco: Why don’t you sit your ass down?La La: Why don’t you do what the fuck they tell you, puppet?Orozco: Want me to make you?Davis: Lock it up, partner.La La: You know what? I’ll fucking sit down now.Orozco: Thank you. Thank you very much.[La La goes and sits next to Big Evil]

Brian Taylor: So Mr. Big Evil, why do they call you Big Evil?Big Evil: Because, my evil is big.[Big Evil and his gang all stare at Taylor and the other cops]Brian Taylor: Can you turn down the music, because we got a noise complaint or some shit.[Taylor turns and walks off]

[Zavala’s cousin’s birthday party, Brian has brought Janet]Brian Taylor: Cindy, what’s up? I wanted to introduce you to Janet.Janet: Hi. It’s so nice to meet you. Happy birthday.Cindy: Thank you.Janet: You look beautiful.Cindy: Thank you.Gabby: Pick up your dress so you don’t step on it.Cindy: Yeah.Gabby: You look beautiful.Cindy: I gotta go. Bye!Gabby: ByeMike Zavala: All grown up.Gabby: He spoils her.Mike Zavala: But I want to give you the lowdown.Janet: I’m listening. I’m listening.Mike Zavala: So, everybody here is pretty much family, like somehow. They’re all Mexican family. You got cousins and you got aunts and uncles just like everything else and then you got cousins’ cousins. And then you have Brian.[Brian and Gabby laugh]Mike Zavala: You stick around, you’re gonna see somebody throw up, a couple fights. It’s fun. It’s fun.Gabby: Enough, enough, enough.[to Janet]Gabby: I’m sorry.

Janet: Well, I’m Irish, so it’s the same thing. Um…big families, and nobody ever gets divorced.Brian Taylor: And they all wear purple.Janet: Well, less purple, but just…just as much beer.[Zavala laughs]Janet: They get way too drunk and get in fistfights.Mike Zavala: Yeah, same here.Janet: But you mess with one person, you have the whole family after you.Mike Zavala: Well, that’s the way to do it.Brian Taylor: There you go.Mike Zavala: You just described Mexican people.[Zavala strokes Gabby’s pregnant belly]Janet: Can I feel it? Is that okay?Gabby: Yeah, he’s actually kicking a lot right now. Here.[she takes Janet’s hand and puts it on her belly]Gabby: And I think his feet are right there. Do you feel it?Janet: Wow! Oh, my God!Gabby: I like her, Brian.[to Brian]Mike Zavala: Buddy.[they snap their beer bottles together and take a drink]Janet: How long have you known Brian?Gabby: Three years. He and Mike went to the Academy together, so.Janet: Right.[later that night Taylor and Janet go back to his apartment and have sex]

[the next morning, Janet takes Taylor’s camera and films him as he sleeps in bed]Janet: Brian, it’s you.[then she places the camera on a chair and films herself with a message for Taylor]Janet: Hi. Um…I’m gonna try not to wake you up. I can’t believe that I stayed over.[she takes Taylor’s gun and holds it up to the camera]Janet: This. This is interesting. I have never shot one before. Uh…maybe that could be our next date.[she takes his wallet]Janet: I did go through your wallet. I’m…I’m sorry. I am naturally curious. I hope that’s okay.[she takes out a picture from his wallet]Janet: Gotta love a guys who has a picture of his mom in his wallet.[she takes out a piece of paper from his wallet]Janet: Um…this?[she opens the paper and reads from it]Janet: Yeah. Kristin, Mia, Raquel, etcetera, etcetera. Um…you won’t be needing this anymore.[she brings the camera close and kisses it as if it were Taylor, then goes over to the sleeping Taylor, wakes him up and lies next to him]Janet: You were drooling.

[Taylor and Zavala are staking out Big Evil’s house]Mike Zavala: What are we looking for again?Brian Taylor: All the food groups; dope, money and guns.Mike Zavala: The ghetto will provide, bro.[Zavala notices their Sarge on patrol]Mike Zavala: Fucking Sarge.[Sarge drives up to their car]Mike Zavala: Sarge, We’re staking out Curbside. They’re gonna spot your unit.Sarge: What, you think they don’t know you’re here? Van Hauser wants to file a complaint on you, Taylor.Brian Taylor: Oh, USS Van Hauser? The LAPD’s stealthiest submarine, only surfaces at the end of watch?Sarge: He said you were videotaping him. What did I tell you about that shit?Mike Zavala: Why is he such a bitter dude? If he hates pushing the black and white so much, why doesn’t he just leave his badge on the watch commander’s desk and go home and eat a bowl of dicks?[Taylor laughs]Sarge: Have some empathy for this man. And, Taylor, I gotta put in m log that I verbally counseled you about this fucking camera.Brian Taylor: What?! I was documenting a crime scene.Sarge: Have a good day, ladies.Mike Zavala: Yeah, take it easy.[Sarge drives off]

[as they follow the guy in his car]Mike Zavala: Come on, fucker. Wait, wait, wait![they see him make a turn as the CD hanging on his rearview mirror is obstructing his view]Brian Taylor: Light ’em up.[Taylor talks into the radio as they make the guy in the truck pull over and stop]Brian Taylor: Thirteen-x-ray-thirteen, we’re code six on three nine street east of Wall. License plate four boy one seven three two. Grey Dodge pickup.Police Radio: Thirteen-x-thirteen, roger.[the guy in the truck pulls over and stops]Brian Taylor: Let’s get this fucker.[Taylor and Zavala get out and go over to the truck, Zavala talks to him in Spanish as the guy doesn’t speak any English]Mike Zavala: [subtitled] We stopped you because a CD is hanging from your mirror. Get out of the truck.[suddenly the guy pulls a gun and almost hits Zavala, but Zavala grabs his arm and takes his gun]Brian Taylor: Gun![Taylor points his gun at him]Brian Taylor: Get the fuck out of the car! Get the fuck out of the car![the guy gets out and Zavala cuffs him]Brian Taylor: You good, partner?Mike Zavala: I’m good.

[just as they cuff the guy from the truck, back up arrives]Orozco: You okay?[Taylor gives the sign to her that they are fine]Mike Zavala: Transport this son of a bitch.Davis: Yeah, no problem.[Davis takes him to their patrol car]Mike Zavala: Check out this motherfucker’s burner, bro.[shows the guy’s gun to Taylor]Brian Taylor: Holy shit!Mike Zavala: He’s got more bling than the old lady’s wedding ring.[Davis and Orozco search the guy and find his cell phone]Davis: A cell.Brian Taylor: You don’t have any holes in you?Mike Zavala: I’m good, bro. Let’s toss the truck.Orozco: Hey, who was he shooting at?Mike Zavala: What?Orozco: Who was he shooting at?Mike Zavala: Me.Orozco: That’s fucked up, man.

[Taylor and Zavala open the back of the truck and Taylor takes out the pot of soup Big Evil’s mom had given him]Brian Taylor: Fucking soup.[Taylor tips the pot with is foot and finds stacks of cash in the soup]Brian Taylor: Woo-hoo!Mike Zavala: What’s up?[Zavala walks over and notices the money]Mike Zavala: Yoh, that’s big money right there, bro. Shit.[Taylor finds something else in the back of the truck]Brian Taylor: Oh, shit.Orozco: What the fuck is it?Mike Zavala: Homeboy’s a player, dude.[Taylor turns to Orozco]Brian Taylor: We got a surprise for you.[Zavala holds up a gold plated AK-47]Mike Zavala: Liberace’s AK. What?!Orozco: Holy shit.

[back at the station as they do the paperwork, Taylor films the gold plated AK-47 and the cash taken from the Mexican cowboy’s truck earlier]Brian Taylor: Here we have two of the major food groups; money and guns.[hold up the paperwork]Brian Taylor: This is the lifeblood of our organization. Paperwork. The way red corpuscles carry oxygen through the body, paperwork carries information through the department.Mike Zavala: What are corpuscles?Captain Reese: Evening, guys.Brian Taylor: Evening. How…how you doing, captain?Mike Zavala: Sir.Captain Reese: So this is it? These are the guns you took off the Cowboy?Brian Taylor: Yeah.Mike Zavala: Yes, sir.Captain Reese: Mind if I pick ’em up?[he picks up the gun]Captain Reese: Fancy. That’s some nice hardware.[he then picks up the AK-47]Captain Reese: Yeah, I heard he took a shot at you. Are you okay?Mike Zavala: Yeah, I’m fine.Brian Taylor: He’s good.Captain Reese: Good.Mike Zavala: Liberace’s AK.Captain Reese: Looks like Liberace’s AK.[Captain puts the gun back down]Captain Reese: Keep up the good work, guys. I really appreciate it. Carry on.Mike Zavala: Thank you.Brian Taylor: Good evening, sir.[Captain turns to walk out and we see Van Hauser sat behind Taylor and Zavala]Captain Reese: Good night, Van Hauser.Van Hauser: Evening, sir.

[after the Captain walks out]Mike Zavala: Why do you get nervous?Brian Taylor: Women want him, men want to be him, man. He’s just…Mike Zavala: Yeah, I know. But you want him.Brian Taylor: Dude, I’m not gay, but I’d go down on him if he asked.Mike Zavala: Sometimes I don’t know when you’re kidding. And I have to know when you’re kidding.Brian Taylor: I’m not kidding.Mike Zavala: I gotta know when you’re kidding.Brian Taylor: I’m not kidding.[Taylor laughs]Brian Taylor: Oh, dude, I gotta go. I’m taking Janet to the Philharmonic.Mike Zavala: Enjoy your white people shit.Brian Taylor: Oh. thanks. I’ll bring you back a burrito.Mike Zavala: No problem.[we then see as Taylor and Janet are driving to Las Vegas singing “Hey Ma” by Cam’ron together]